Hope You Don't Mind
I wrote a villanelle without the rhyme
And danced to Silence in three-quarter-time.
I played a banjo made without a string;
I closed my mouth, and heard my poor heart sing.
I slept till morning and I dreamed all night:
I felt the sun's caress, the north wind's bite.
I fooled around most solemnly, and laughed
When time and chance undid my skill and craft.
I walked the world as I stood perfectly still
And didn't recognize my fault until
A wise man showed me how to play the fool,
Obedient to every flouted rule.
I shared my joy with sparrow, rose, and clover,
And when my work was done, I started over.
Poetry by Thomas DeFreitas
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Written on 2018-04-11 at 09:48
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